If I had a single flower for every time I think about you, I could walk forever in my garden.
~Attributed to Claudia Ghandi
As much as I love Army Wives, and as much as Hollywood glamorizes the life of a military spouse, it’s just not like that. Sure, we do get to see our men in hot uniforms and there are the joyous homecomings. And sure, you do usually get to become good friends with the spouses around you. But there are also times when your hot man in uniform is nowhere around, joyous homecomings seem worlds away and you are too new, or just haven’t met enough spouses yet.
I’ve been here in Washington for nine months (okay, well, 6 1/2 since I was gone for 2 1/2 months at Fort Meade). I’ve met some great wives and even one, who is quickly becoming my best friend. But she has a two year old and a two month old. So it’s not easy for her to drop everything and go if something happens.
You see, I blacked out today at the grocery store. As in, I was getting ready to pay for my stuff and the wave of blackness just roared in and I had to sit down before I fell. I vaguely remember hearing the cashier call for a manager and one shopper stopped by and told me I needed to put my head between my legs (though I know this, there was no way my legs were functioning at this point). A manager (or three, ha!) came over and were fussing over me. Luckily, I was feeling better… enough to start getting embarrassed.
They brought me some water and asked me if they could call someone to come and get me. That’s when the waterworks started. Because Huzzy wasn’t here to come and get me. And because the only other people I knew I could call have their own stuff to deal with (the two year old and newborn and another family that has four kids). I was also near the base, so they would have had to drive a short distance to where I was, and then a 40-45 minute to my house and then the same distance back. I couldn’t ask anyone to do that.
They asked if they could call me a taxi. Um, no. Do you have any idea how much a taxi would cost for that distance? Besides, I knew I was feeling better. So I just went out to my car and waited a bit before leaving.
I was fine. I made it home with no problem.
And before you worry about me, I’m fine. It all started with me having two fillings on Tuesday and I started feeling nauseous that evening. I was fine the next day until the evening and then I’ve been feeling icky ever since. I’ve had a headache, too, and my gums have just been ACHING. Even 800mg of ibuprofin haven’t helped.
So I went back to the dentist today. I totally wish Huzzy was here to drive me because I wasn’t feeling well. The dentist ended up saying he didn’t believe the nausea and headaches were linked to the fillings, but that my gums WERE inflamed quite a bit. He rinsed out (BENEATH my gum’s ya’ll… can we say OUCH?!) the area with an antibiotic rinse and instructed me to rinse at home with salt water. Yum. I’m also supposed to watch for any additional swelling. If it swells more, I’m to call their answering service this weekend. If it isn’t better by Monday, I’m to come in again.
Did I mention I have a sincere fear of the dentist? Going in twice in one week (both of which were PAINFUL) was horrendous.
So yeah, military life isn’t glamorous. Don’t believe Hollywood. They never get it right.
So what was your least glamorous moment as a military spouse?